I am not human, I am a child made of cherry wood. The person who made it told me that no matter how much damage it does to my body, I won't feel any pain.
Clumsy and stubborn, with unimaginable persistence in the things they believe in. Some people say that this is the nestling complex.
There's nothing wrong with this. It wasn't until I really fell in love with a human that I realized that even a heart made of cherry wood would sometimes feel painful...